It was the day I had anticipated, even before the surgery; the day I would come out of my cast and take my life back. Having spent two weeks locked within the confines of my own walls, seeing the outside world through limited squares of glass; the same view each day, changing significantly given the [...]
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It was an absolute accident that I happened upon such wickedness, disguised in the Turner Classic Movie catalog. Or was it?
An advertisement for acclaimed feature films that grabbed my attention. And so I began to browse the images of the available DVD’s. It was a strange, almost eerie image that I was drawn to; the [...]
Filed in Through my Eyes, letters, prose 7 Comments so far
He uses them for everything
They often don’t mean anything
He leaves them with nothing
Varying degrees of his
Needs or wants
Determine the depth
He is forced to
Or willing
To go
Gluttony being his
Favored sin
He feasts upon
Their emotional
Need
Savoring the flavor
Of collective fear
Seasoned lightly
With his own
Desire but a word
Ecstasy a button
Easily pushed
With a pressured curve
The same spot every time
No matter the shape
The age
The [...]
Filed in poetry No Responses yet
I remember those winters well; when the world turns a negative shade of grey, the suns vibrance diminishes to a bright, blinding white and the cold wraps around and holds you hostage. Seemingly surrounded by death at best; as depression settles deep within the confines of my soul; futile attempts, searching for a way out; [...]
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They were a strange lot; the great-grands in the center with their brood all around; filling three pews on the far left of the church. Two daughters, each producing a set of twins; one had boys, the other girls; of each set, one was perfectly normal, the other not so much. Strange genetics; that each [...]
Filed in short stories No Responses yet
I missed her birthday; first time in thirty-seven years. I wonder if she can forgive me. I wonder if she would understand if I were to tell her that while I thought of her, I simply hadn’t the will to get out of bed, go out into the world, into the store and read through [...]
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#138 – Grateful
I never understood how it was that he could wake up in such a foul mood. Before his feet even hit the floor he was growling at the world; as if being given another day was somehow a curse he was forced to endure. He loathed life; I truly believe that now, [...]
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Her mind overflowed with thoughts of him, as she woke to face another day; fragments from dreams, carried into consciousness; longing so intense it made her weep. Moments of certainty, clarity and light, clutched at her heart like a constricting vice; then shadowed suddenly, as cruel words came back to haunt her; the end relived, [...]
Filed in the hyena No Responses yet
It was one of those moments when you know for certain something more than our imaginations are capable of fathoming, lingers just beyond the veil of illusion; a vision of hope, meant possibly and seen perhaps, only by me.
It was early morning; the sky was filled with ominous, rapid-moving clouds; the grey reflecting my mood, [...]
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